The word you're looking at is frou-frou. Foppish, affected, cloying. It reminded me of self-absorbed, faux-gothic industrial fluff from the 1980s - Death in June, In the Nursery, Black Tape for a Blue Girl. Ah, memories...

Brittle and overblown it was, and desperately light. Perhaps it was this that finally did for him, unable to contain the shattering of his heart. In halflight, his skeleton a discarded prop, a false and calcified seabird.